The Missionary of the Second Dimension

The originally bustling street seemed quiet, and the wide square was spotless and extremely silent, even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Zhai Nan traveled to many places, and finally confirmed the points.

The first one is that this is not the original world, but an imaginary city copied from String Kamishima City as a template.

The second is that although it is mixed in a different-dimensional world, there are still people here?existing.

"Oh, oh, it seems that there are new faces."

Because there is nothing worthy of his attention here, so when Zhai Nan was about to leave, a slightly frivolous voice made him stay.

He turned his head and looked back. Under the gloomy moonlight, several figures of different heights, fat and thin figures each occupied a commanding height, looking down at him from a height.

There are men and women in these crowds, but most of the eyes watching him are unabashed malice, a small amount of indifference, and even a smaller amount of indifference.

At least when he observed the faces of these two dozen people, none of them looked like they should have when meeting a guest.

The few who smiled at him were still wearing extremely revealing clothes, wearing only a black leather jacket with underwear of various colors inside, and the temptation | was stronger than wearing nothing.

But even their eyes still hide a hint of greed in the pleasure.

"As soon as you come here, you dare to pretend to be so aggressive in front of me."

Because the face was covered by the helmet, those people didn't see what Zhai Nan looked like, but they all heard what he said.

A small number of people showed anger but did not step forward immediately, but the rest were upset.

You are a newcomer, but you dare to hang yourself like this in front of us old people, why don't you go to heaven?

"Let me teach you how to respect the elderly."

A bald and skinny man in ragged clothes and tattered cassock walked up to Zhai Nan with a hey smile.

He is an old elf summoner who was born in the guerrillas of Capristan in the Near Middle East. He was implanted with a monster of the flame elf technique. He was arrested and sent to the prison barrier here six years ago for attempting to create a terrorist attack on Isogami Island. .

He likes to fight, and his original personality was very irritable. After implanting the flame elf technique, he became even more violent. After defeating the government army, he would kill innocent people in the local area for no reason. According to him, he did not like to kill but killed people. but like to hear the dying man

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Killing with desperate cries.

A complete metamorphosis.

After seeing such an abnormal|perverted lunatic who still has the strength to stand up, other people stopped and stood where they were, ready to watch a good show.

"I must call out when I hurt you later, so I will be more motivated."

Kirika Kirika smiled miserably, a smile that made a petite | petite woman in a kimono farther away frown in disgust.

Standing on the roof of a bell tower is a woman who is about the same height as Nangong Nayue, both in face and body shape are very petite|small.

......

girl?loli?Or a young girl, these three descriptions can all fit her image at the moment.

Like Nangong that month, she had nothing to do with herself, she ignored the immature face of the world, and her smooth long black hair like a waterfall.

If there is any difference between these two people, it is probably because the young girl in front of her is actually very good.

Hidden under the kimono are hidden huge breasts that are much older than Nangong's that month.

The extremely high-temperature flames burst out from the body of the elf warlock Kirika-Kilika, and the ground he stepped on showed signs of scorching and melting, but what is amazing is that the clothes on the bald head were not affected. little impact.

Immediately, a group of blazing|hot flames shot towards Zhai Nan, and turned into a flame elf with teeth and claws in the middle. Although the flames did not touch the ground at this moment, they still plowed out a long trace.

The huge flames engulfed Zhai Nan, and the extremely high temperature made those who were a little closer retreat quickly.

If it's just about the evaluation of personal strength, Xiandumu Aye is more curious about Lijia.After all, to accomplish her goal, these people will be a group of rare free thugs.

Xiandumu Aye watched the flames soaring into the sky and the bald elf warlock laughing wildly. When he was about to leave, he was attracted by a powerful spatial fluctuation. .

Chapter 98 Will you still sleep with your brother tonight?

Although Xiandumu Aye's attainments in space magic are not as advanced as Nangong's, but because he has been imprisoned in the prison barrier all year round, he has also become extremely sensitive to space fluctuations.

battlefield on the other side.

The central position is completely surrounded by flames, and there are probably no other creatures that can survive this kind of attack except for the flame itself.

"This guy is really boring, and he didn't make me happy."

The bald elf warlock said dissatisfiedly while touching his bald head.

Because Zhai Nan didn't let out a desperate cry under his own attack, and even because of the grotesque armor blocking him, he couldn't appreciate the painful expression of the opponent struggling in the flames.

All of this made him very dissatisfied.

The rest of the people saw that the novice who uttered wild words knelt down so quickly, so naturally they were not in the mood to stay here.

This little episode can only be regarded as adding a joke to their daily boring life.

They will still live as before in the future, until one day they can break through the obstacles and find the way to reality.

623 When the remaining flames were about to dissipate, the elf warlock turned and left dissatisfied.

A pitch-black figure that almost merged with the night suddenly appeared in front of him, and raised the scimitar that was missing a corner in his right hand.

Swing straight down.